Page 52 of Unforgettable Player

“Forgot how ticklish you are.”

He rubs my thigh and plants a hard kiss on it before grabbing the lube from the drawer.

“Do you want me to prep myself?”

Connor nudges my thighs open. My cheeks flush as I’m exposed.

He shakes his head. “As hot as that would be to watch, I wanna do it. If that’s okay?”

I nod.

After he coats his fingers with lube, he puts gentle pressure on my thigh until I lift my butt off the bed and bring my legs in close to my stomach. I’m not exposed for long, because he bends down and kisses me while his fingers slide down my crack.

I moan when he finds my hole and starts ringing it in slow, deliciously patient circles.

Connor only presses inside me when I start grinding against him. I’m panting and my face is on fire by the time he slides one finger inside.

Our kiss is messy and lazy, Connor’s toothpaste breath in my face. I watch the muscles in his shoulder work as he pumps his finger inside me. He finds my prostate and massages it. A moan rips out of me as I throw my head back.

“Sure we can be loud?”

“Yes. Don’t stop.”

I gasp every time he pulls away and comes back, pressing down on that spot that makes my eyes cross.

I moan and writhe under him, acting in a way I’ve never acted with anyone before. Sex has always been restrained and slightly embarrassing. But how many chances will I get to have to have sex with Connor? How could I live the rest of my life knowing I had this opportunity and I spent the whole time holding back?

My body clenches around him, my hips pushing off the bed, aching for … “More.”

Connor slips another finger inside me, kissing me while he tortures my prostate.

“You’re gonna feel so good when I’m inside you,” he says.

I never thought I’d hear Connor talk like this. I can only reply in hums.

“I don’t know if I’m gonna last,” he whispers.

“It’s okay. Do it now. I’m ready.”

He pulls out, my body clenching around the empty space. But then he’s positioning himself against me and I’m letting him in. Swallowing the head and feeling that maddening fullness start to take over, inch by inch. I need Connor to fill me. I need him to consume me. For the only thing my mind has space for to be his smell, the way his skin feels and the way he’s making me feel so full I could burst.

I think he’s bottomed out when he pauses. The smell of fresh sweat and deodorant is so strong I could get drunk on it. My body throbs around him.

“Is that okay?”

I nod. “So good.”

He smiles and ghosts a kiss over my lips. “So good,” he echoes. “Think you’re ready for more?”

“More?”

His breath is pushed past my lips with his laugh.

“Yes.”

He rolls his hips, deeper, this time bottoming out. I moan, my eyes rolling and my head falling back. His lips clamp onto my Adam’s apple and he sucks.

“Oh, Connor,” I say, grasping his hair, holding him against me.